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Funny. For someun' who believes n' magic, you're surprisin'ly willin' ta accept answers gen'rated from science. Kerrik raised an eyebrow as he spoke. Ya do realize that mosta science's popula' avenues claim 'dat this kinda stuff, an over the shoulder gesture to the water basin followed is entirally anathema. Kerrik walked to a picnic table, upended himself and begain walking on two of his hands down the length of the table. Keep talkin', i'm listenin'.

The lights were flashing brightly, but it did not bother the Captain. the camera flashes of the paparazzi only made his teeth shine all the brighter, and he knew it. He stood at the podium with the microphones and cleared his throat. the flashes died down. The Captain will now take any and all forms of undying praise! "Captain Knievel. Debra Force, Channel 4 News!" Yes Debra? "Sir, is it true that you were involved in the accident that caused two 18 wheelers to collide on the freeway the other day?" First of all, Debra, let me start by saying that you look absolutely stunning this fine afternoon! And yes, it is true! The captain threw up a hand and produced a perfectly formed thumb and pointed at himself. Flexing his voluptuous bicep he continued: You see, Debra, I was involved because I caused that crash. I was the one driving the second truck! That is why the authorities (useless as they are could not find a second driver! The cameras began flashing brighter than ever. The Captain reveled as they light began reflecting off of his perfectly colored skin. Debra, why don't you come up here and make poses with me! As she stepped up onto the podium with him, the cameras continued flashing. Flexing his large flowing muscles, the captain struck a number of provocative poses, with the attractive Debra at his side. Soon however, the police chief made his way through the crowd. The cameras stopped flashing. "sir, i am going to have to ask you to come with me. You see, the man you ran into with the truck passed away. therefore you are under arrest for recklass endangerment and manslaughter. You have the right to remain silent..." the police chief reached for his handcuffs. Woh Woh buddy! Did i SAY you could touch the Captain? shove off bozo! Captain Knievel shouted as he pushed the police chief off the podium. Four other cops began to run towards him. He swept Debra off her feet, (at a high pitched, but pleased squeal from her) and jumped onto one of the cops heads. he jumped into the middle of the crowd and proceeded to crowd walk away from the police. Once at the edge of the crowd he jumped into his sexy red sports car, deposited Debra in the passenger seat, and sped off doing 125 miles an hour on the sidewalk to get past traffic. The Captain was not seen for a week. When later recovered, Debra Force testified that she had been kidnapped and had spent the best week of her life as Captain Knievel's personal love consort.

As the Captain stands and surveys his kindom from his position atop the ropes he sneaks a few looks at his surroundings taking in every possible tactical advantage he can. He decides that the best course of action would be to attempt three backflips and tackle the first guy who came near him. But it wasn't quite time for that yet. he had to wait until they got close. "For now," he thought, "I'll just pretend like i am distracted by pumping up the crowd some more." ...USA! USA! USA! ME! ME! ME! THE CAPTAIN RULES!...

Initiative round 1 (1d20 13=29) Knowlege Tactics for Master Plan round 1 (1d20 13=32)

I take it that answer'd be a long, drawn out, n' boring one? Don't bore me, dude. I dropped outta' school 'cuz I hate that kinda' stuff. 'Sides... "entities should not be..." Ya' let some' 'un ya read about inna' textbook tell ya what ta do? Kerrik threw a punch at the rain just outside the edge of the enclosure. Splitting a raindrop into many pieces. 'Sides...I dunno any problems in'nis that can't be solved by smackin' 'em upside the head a few times. Kerrik turns halfway around leans up against the pillar. He fixes Darian with a look. He is not threatening, but he is nonplussed.

ummm.... two quarters, some pocket lint, and a paperclip... no geez3r....

If I am a demon, that would be news to me. Kerrik looks down at the floor and speaks softly. I really don't know what i am. Kerrik hops off the table and walks to the edge of the enclosure. Careful not to get his fur wet again. Placing an arm on a support beam and leaning he sighs. A sad look crosses his face. A look that says he wants to know more, but isn't sure of what it would mean for him. Suddenly, his harder tone snaps right back into place. Summoning portal, huh? You some kind of magician? And who the hell is this Occam guy?

i suppose i shall assume that geez3r has dropped off this plane of existence...

Kerrik folds his top four arms, and shakes Darian's hand with his third arm on the right side. Kerrik. And, well, i WAS patrolling. That is before this god awful rain soaked me to the bone. retracting his hand, Kerrik folded his last two arms, walked over to a nearby picnic table, sat down on top of it and began wringing out his tail. Yea i know... Kerrik began, noticing Darian's strange looks, I'm ugly. But get used to it, 'cuz i ain't goin' away. Least ways not until this rain cuts out. After ringing out his tail, Kerrik hopped up again and began pacing back and forth between tables. How come you're out here? And whats that toy you been playin' with? Kerrik japed eying the brazier.

the last "i hate the rain" was actually meant to be audible. ill make an edit so that it is more clear.

I HATE it when my fur gets wet... Kerrik grumbled as it started to drizzle. From his vantage point high above the city he began looking for someplace where he could get out of the rain. His first thought was to try the water tower on top of a building a few roofs away. To his utter dissatisfaction, he found it entirely too leaky. His next stop was street level, where he found an awning to take shelter from the rain in. For once, Kerrik actually was thankful for the rain, because it meant there wouldn't be too many people around to bother him. I hate the nosy people in this town almost as much as i hate the rain he mused. All of a sudden there was a creaking sound from above. the awning could no longer hold the weight of all the water it was holding up. ... oh crap ... kerrik said as he looked up to see the awning split open and shower him with rainwater. Soaked and utterly miserable Kerrik decided he would head for home. In no mood to climb back up to the roofs, he decided to hoof it. A few minutes later, he found himself near Liberty Park and it's luscious, beautiful, life-saving covered picnic areas. He dashed over to one of them and hopped up on a table. Utterly oblivious of the other figure in a raincoat, Kerrik began wringing out his tail. I HATE the rain. Kerrik grumbled quite audibly.

I am not reckless, I'm just confident. The captain said as the walked through the double doors to the ring together Within five minutes time, the two were center stage in the ring and the crowd was going nuts. The announcer had just finished announcing the main event. Two fighters were to take on the rest of the combatants that had shown up tonight. If they won, the would take home all of the combatants entry fees. If they lost, whoever managed to beat them would take home the money. The fights would take place a few combatants at a time with a 5 minute rest period between rounds. This way it would be clear who knocks whom out, and whether or not the fight should continue. As usual, anything goes in these fights. The stakes were high, but the fighters were ready... Alright, man, lets do this. I'll set 'em up and you hit 'em hard! The captain set his hand on the steel plating of Malice's armor for only a moment before he turned went towards the side of the ring. Standing on the ropes of the wrestling style ring, he saluted the crowd and smiled at a section full of girls with front row seats. His teeth gave off a resounding *SHEEN* in the spotlight.

Captain Knievel, Shaking the man's metallic grip, Malice notices that The Captain has a grip like a vice. With the light reflecting off of his pearly white teeth, The Captain continued Now we just need someone to beat the stuffing out of. Now i don't know about you, but i just can't STAND it when people get their powers without working for them. "...An' if we facta in this 'n dat... all we need is ta git sommat fer ya ta fight an' we c'n set da odds on this hur match! How 'bout... Hold on there short stuff! The Captain said, withdrawing his hand from Malice's iron grip. I'll take care of this part! The Captain turns to the rest of the crowd and says, How many of you guys here are some kind of freaks or mutants with powers? After 90% of the other people in the room drop what they are doing and turn to look at The Captain, turned back to Malice, and jerked a thumb at the crowd. I say we fight those guys. That okay with you little man? "Yea..." *gulp* "Dat cood woik"

The captain takes a few long manly strides towards where the little man is standing. "Yea, yea, i like da looks a you," the man says, "We gon' put you in real soon!" Everybody likes the looks of me! "I'll bet dey do, I'll bet dey do. Say, what would you say if we made tings a little more inneresting?" Well i don't see how they could be any MORE interesting, i'm already here after all. "Naw, Naw i mean in tirms ah da fight!" Well what did you have in mind, little man? "Tag team! We put yous in da ring wit ummmmm," He looks around the room and finally points to a man in a powersuit, "Dat guy. and you take on a room full a' 'comers!" Motioning for the man in the suit to come over to the pair of them, The Captain scratches his chiseled jaw line and says, Hmmmm... I like them odds.

[january 16 2045 hours] *click* woooosh THUMP *pant pant pant* Greetings Freedom City! Just picked up my new recorder this afternoon, charged it up and i am giving it a whirl. Woooosh THUMP Just out about town for a stroll, if you could call it that...Wooosh Its more of an extended series of jumpsTHUMP Oh and thank god for this tail, otherwise i would not be able to climb as well as i should if i wasn't able to hold the recorder there...Wait hold on *clack clack clack clack clack* I think i see someone down there getting mugged! Duty calls! *click*

Well ladies, it is time fore me to say goodbye! "Awwwww!" But have no fear! i will see you again at the end of the night!("Yaaay!")And whoever cheers the loudest for me will get a private tour of my dressing room at the end of the night! You!The captain points at a random suit,Make sure my lady friends here have plenty to drink. With a wink, a smile, and a *SHEEN* from his teeth, the Captain gave a furl of his cape and was through the door.

just got both of my characters approved. take a look if you want they are in the sig, and im always up for a game if you want. though i am new and until i get used to stuff around here, i would humbly ask that you set it up since im still hazy on the details. pm me if you wanna play.

A lone figure descends the steps into the subway station. Lone except for the retinue of scantily clad women that seems to follow him everywhere. An old fashioned red cape hangs around his shoulders as he stands in front of the tracks. It tears fiercely at his shoulders as a subway train passes and the wind picks up. A chorus of gasps and "ooohs" and "aahhhhs" escape the mouths of the onlookers as the man's jumpsuit and steel shoulder pads are revealed. The train passes and the figure jumps down onto the tracks. He begins to run down the tunnel... towards and oncoming train. Then at the last second he ducks out of the way. More oohs and ahhhs sound as the women begin to follow him down the tunnel en masse. Reaching a service door the lone figure leaps over the railing in front of it. Looking both ways to make sure no one is watching (no one that is except for the crowd of women following him) he opens the door and enters. Is this where i am supposed to be to beat up on all those pansies that claim they're better than me? I got this invitation that says so. the door opens once more, and the flood of women pour into the room and begin cheering and fawning over the man. Mr. Tall, Muscular and Handsome himself, none other than Captain Knievel!

aye aye cap'n. lets get started. still kinda new though so i might need some help.

[January 16 1700 hours] *click* Testing... Testing... Is this thing on? Who hooked this up anyways? CRASH! *Distant* DA***T JOHANSEN! I swear you drop another tray of tom collins drinks and i am gonna throw you overboard! *Normal volume*Anyways, sorry about that folks. Captain Knievel here, on my yacht...*HONK*with my two beautiful compatriots Paula and Shawna. Freedom City's two sexiest singles! Say, "Hi," girls! *Distant sultry women's voices* Hiiiiii! Anyways, just thought i would test out this new recorder doohikey that i got here. More later! This is Captain Knievel, signing off! Come on ladies, you want to go check out my stern? OOooooOooo! *click*

yea good point. i put the innate pf in there. hope i formatted it right. i knocked down his notice skill 4 ranks to compensate.

ill go with the +1 DC. something tells me x1.5 would probably be dangerous...

i believe that the good doctor ruled that the drawback should be moderate. that is why it is worth -3 pps i will errata the sheet to make it clear that the powers come from training.

done and done sir, and thanks for the approval :)

okay added a point into regeneration, changed two years to 4 years, and i hope everything is formatted correctly.